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Chapter 431

Chapter 431:
As if a thought just occurred to her, Verena’s smile turned smug as she added, “Oh, and by the way, Lucas told me that as long as I want to get married, he will marry me whenever I choose. When we do get married, you must attend our wedding!”
She didn’t even try to hide it—she had come here today with one purpose in mind: to provoke Belinda.
As for Lucas supposedly saying he would marry her at any time? That was nothing more than a lie. He had never said anything like that to her.
But as far as Verena was concerned, it didn’t matter that it wasn’t true—what mattered was that Belinda would believe it.
Verena’s words pierced through Belinda like sharp needles, each one a painful jab to her heart.
For a moment, Belinda felt like the air had been sucked out of her, and she struggled to breathe.
She battled to maintain her composure, determined not to let any real emotion slip through.
After taking a deep breath, she met Verena’s gaze with determination and replied, her smile cold, “Of course. I will be there.”
“That’s wonderful! Well then, I won’t bother you any longer. Rest well.”
With a gleaming smile, Verena wheeled herself out of the room, her departure almost too cheerful.
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The instant the door clicked shut behind Verena, Belinda’s face drained of color, her calm facade shattering.
She had known before the divorce that once it was final, Lucas would marry Verena—it was as good as a done deal.
But hearing it spoken aloud again still felt like a knife twisting in her chest.
She fought to hold back her tears, slowly closing her eyes to block out the pain.
At that moment, with a sharp click, the door to the room was flung open!
Belinda abruptly tilted her head up, managing to keep her tears from falling.
“Belinda, Belinda, are you okay?” Holley’s voice, filled with worry and anxiety, suddenly filled the room.
“Belinda, how are you feeling now?” Kenia also quickly entered the room, echoing Holley’s concern.
Belinda reassured them, “I am fine now. There is no need for you to worry about me.”
“I’m deeply sorry, Belinda. This is entirely my fault! I should never have added artichoke to your breakfast. I didn’t know you were allergic to it.”
As Holley spoke, guilt filled her eyes, and she abruptly slapped herself on the face twice.
The loud slaps echoed through the room.
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